"Mom I have told you so many times I don't want to get married," I said to my dear mother, who has not stopped ranting at me.
"How long do you want to be an unmarried man? Look at all your friends. Skyler, Zanvil, and now even Skyler have girlfriends, and here you are solving criminal cases. When will you solve your life's case?" My mother taunted me sternly. I pressed my lips in a thin line.
"I want to see you happy." She was pissed because I didn't go on a blind date on a Friday.
"Mom, I'm happy. I don't want to do blind dates, and I don't ever want to get married. It's not for me," I said sternly, not wanting to take this topic any further. Getting a girl in bed is not a problem for me, and if she wants me to get married for that reason, then I'm better off without it.
"Then when will I get to see my grandchild?" she said, sounding agitated. If she wanted a grandchild this desperately, then she should not have stopped me from having a surrogate. Only because of her I even gave it a try for surrogacy. But she has to come and stop me. A grunt of annoyance left my mouth. I had made up my mind that I didn't want to get married. I hardly get time for myself.
"Probably never," I said, cutting the call before she started to do waterworks. She loves to use emotional blackmail on me. It has worked on me in the past, but not now. I threw my cell phone on the table and slumped back in my chair. I massage my throbbing forehead. I closed my eyes and exhaled to take a five-minute rest. I have been working on the case, and it's so stressful. It's not even been five minutes since my cell phone started to ring again. I have won so many cases in court, but I can never win an argument with my mother.
"Mom, give me a break," I said in annoyance, and I grabbed my cell phone. I slid up the green button to tell her for the final time.
"Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Michele Roberts?" a famine voice said from the other side. I composed myself before opening my mouth.
"Yes, you are," I said in a firm tone while still massaging my forehead. I need to take medicine for it.
"Sir, I have called you to invite you to the anniversary ceremony of Happy Life Fertility Hospital," she said in her receptionist tone. My brows furrowed when she said that. I was about to say how it concerns me, but my mouth was sealed when she continued.
"We tried to call your wife, but we couldn't reach her. Please bring your four-year-old son too. We are going to do a small celebration because he is our thousandth successful IVF child," she said, sounding happy before cutting the call. The ground beneath my legs was snatched away. I just couldn't believe my ears.
What the fuck?
I have a wife and a four-year-old son.
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Romance"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length...
